There are several paintings hanging on the wall of the living room on the first floor. Most of them look like the works of mental patients. The paintings are full of hallucinations and obscure. But there is only one painting that does not seem so abstract.
The painting showed the interior of a long and narrow rectangular tunnel. The walls were low, smooth, and white. There were no interruptions or decorations. The road ahead looked like a downward slope. It looked a bit like... no, I should say it looked very similar.
It is a tomb. Some detailed descriptions show that the cave is buried deep underground. There is no exit visible in the picture, and there is no artificial lighting source. The painter does not know what method he used to make the painting appear.
A kind of ghostly light that is not suitable for the bad environment.
Feng Bujue stared at the picture for about five seconds, and his eyes seemed to be frozen. An unknown force made him unable to speak or move. The next second, his eyes were covered by darkness, and he could not see anything. Before the passage of time, he could not see anything.
After a while, when he regained his ability to move, he took out the flashlight from his bag and turned it on to see that he had arrived in the tunnel depicted in the painting.
He didn't know the principle of this teleportation, nor did he know whether Xiao Tan and Brother Long saw his departure, but regardless of whether they saw it or not, I'm afraid he would have to rely on his own strength to leave this place.
There was a stone wall behind him, and it wouldn't budge when he pushed it up. The top wall was low, and there was obviously no way to escape from above. Feng Bujue sighed, took out the [Eye of Hatred] from his bag and put it on, holding a flashlight in one hand.
Holding the pipe wrench in one hand, start walking downhill along the tunnel.
With [Jazz Dance] on his feet, Feng Bujue has no worries about the lack of physical energy due to path exploration. It doesn't matter how far he goes. With a physical energy of 1100, plus the equipment's special effect of reducing walking and running consumption, he can go all the way.
He could just moonwalk. Even if it was as big as a Castlevania down here, he was confident that he could explore the entire map.
After walking along the tunnel for about ten minutes, Feng Bujue's flashlight suddenly flashed a few times. He shook it with his hand and patted the barrel twice, thinking: Insufficient battery? Impossible... In the last
It didn't last long in the script. Bad contact? It's even more impossible. It says MADE IN CHINA on this thing, so the quality is perfect...
Suddenly, a strange whisper came from the front: "Let me out..."
The sound came from a distance of about ten meters in front of Feng Bujue. He looked away from the flashlight and looked there, but the light of the flashlight completely disappeared at this moment, causing his eyes to become pitch black.
Then, the light of the flashlight flashed a few more times, and it just illuminated a white figure standing alone in front of her. Judging from her figure, she was a woman. She was covered in bruises, skinny, and her white clothes were stained with blood. Because she had only been seen for a short time.
, coupled with the problem of light and distance, Feng Bujue couldn't see her face clearly at all.
The light was fleeting, and Feng Bujue's eyes immediately turned into darkness again, leaving only that terrifying image on his retina. Then he heard a whine in his ears again.
"Let me out!" The sound of human bodies coming into contact with wooden boards was heard in the darkness. It was the sound of friction and impact, as well as the squeaking sound of hinges. There was also an extremely distant voice faintly heard... as if
Someone was screaming pitifully deep in the copper corridor of the cellar.
About thirty seconds later, the flashlight returned to normal, no longer flickering, and continued to output light.
After Feng Bujue encountered the scene just now, not only did his expression remain unchanged, he also sighed and said: "It turns out that the flashlight is not broken, it is just flickering caused by the plot..."
At this time, another system prompt sounded: [Side mission progress update]
Feng Bujue checked and found that the current progress of the task [Find all six sections of "Ghost Palace"] has reached 2/6. It must be that someone else has found another section, but the details cannot be seen from the task bar.
Content.
At the same time, Wang Tanzhi and Long Aomin, who were on the first floor, were squatting by the fireplace in the kitchen, looking at the second paragraph "Ghost Palace" written on the brick wall with a soot-like black substance.
【The royal flag is bright and golden,
Flying and flying on the top of the palace.
All this is the past
It was a gentle breeze,
Beautiful and peaceful day.
Along the white palace wall,
A burst of dark fragrance flies away.】
"Ah... I don't understand it at all!" Wang Tanzhi almost forgot about it after reading it. He came to the fireplace, faced up, and stuck his head inside to see the condition of the chimney.
After his face turned black, he came out and said, "Hey... it's too narrow. I definitely won't be able to climb out."
At first, Long Aomin didn't seem to pay attention to his words, and Wang Tanzhi didn't pay much attention either. But after a few seconds, Wang Tanzhi turned around and found that Long Aomin's expression was very strange. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was open.
Zhang Yixi seemed to be saying something loudly, but Xiaotan didn't hear a word.
This strange scene made Wang Tanzhi's hair stand on end, and then he realized something... At this moment, his own voice did not come out of his throat.
What happened next seemed terrible to the person involved, but others would definitely find it funny if they looked at it.
I saw two people who didn't understand sign language at all, dancing there, expressing their expressions and lip language affectionately for a long time, but in the end no one could figure out what the other was saying...
I think the most suitable lines for this kind of scene should be: "Are you sick?" "Do you have medicine?" "How much do you have?" "How much do you eat?" "Eat as much as you have!" "How much do you eat?
How many!" "You are sick!"...
But in fact, what they said was respectively.
Wang Tanzhi: "What's going on? What did you say? What does your gesture mean?"
Long Aomin: "It's that black thing on your face that's causing trouble!"
From Long Aomin's point of view, it is clear that the black soot on Wang Tanzhi's face is like a "living" mask, and he is making a weird smiling face at this moment. This "black face" expression is similar to that of Xiao Tan himself.
It doesn't matter what expression he makes, it's like a painting floating on his face.
Finally, Long Aomin thought of a way. He found a rag in the messy kitchen, placed it in front of his face, and made a clockwise wiping motion from a distance away. Then he pointed at the rag and then pointed at it.
Pointing at Wang Tanzhi's face.
The latter seemed to understand. He took the cloth and covered his face without hesitation. When he took the cloth away, the two of them regained their ability to speak normally.
"Wow! What kind of monster is this?" Wang Tanzhi looked at the rag in his hand. The "black face" was like the one printed on the cloth, maintaining the complete shape of the human face and transferred from Xiaotan's face to the rag. At this moment, Xiaotan
My face became clean and there was no black or gray at all.
"Although I don't know what the meaning of system settings is..." Long Aomin realized at this time that this black side has no actual lethality and is not particularly scary. In addition to expressing a kind of system to trick players,
Other than malicious intent, there seems to be no reason to be here.
"But I think it's safer to burn it." Long Aomin took the mask and found two flints next to a stove...
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